Will Turner
March 10th, 2004, 12:25 AM
RPG Name: Sialion
Race: Man
Age: 34
Weapons: Before the Great Storm: Grenades and 9mm Pistol; After the Great Storm: Legendary Sword of the Elements, His Brother's Dagger.
Special Items: None
Special Abilities: Sialion's hands can change into fire, water, ice, etc. His hands can turn into elements..
Bio: Sialion was born into a family of spies. His mother, father, and grandparents were all spies for the Organization of Powers. Sialion had one sibling, his older brother named Fyant. By the time that Sialion was nine years old, he was a better sniper than any of the men or women in the Forces of Power (The armed forces for the Organization of Powers). At age 14, Sialion was inducted into the SSOP (Secret Service of the Organization of Powers). He went through the four years of training in one year, and was quickly assigned to many small missions. On his sixteenth birthday, his father was sent to Samalia on a top secret mission. Contact was lost with him, and he was found dead 4 months later. Sialion and Fyant were torn. They hacked the OoP computer systems, and found out the details of their father's mission. Afterwards, they went to Samalia, tracked down the killer of their father, and assassinated him. The years passed, and Sialion became better skilled in what he did. Two months after Sialion had turned 32, he and his brother were sent on a mission to Gialion, and his brother was killed. Sialion was planning to avenge Fyant, and then the worst happened. The Great Storm broke out. Chemical mutations occured, tornados mixed with mustard gas, hurricanes from hell. It had been about 2 years since the murder of his brother, and Sialion still seeks revenge. Not only on revenge on the people who killed his father and brother, but now on the world...humanity itself for what has happened to Sialion.
Description: Sialion has short, close-cut, blue hair. All over his hair are green sploches, or green shapes, that were caused by the chemical and gas storms. His possessions were destroyed in the Great Storm, so he only has the same outfit. He wears a short sleeved tight black shirt, and a black ammunition vest over top of it. He wore baggy black cargo pants, and wore a worn belt around the pants that didn't hold them up, but held his sword and dagger. He wore black combat boots that held his pants tucked inside of them.
Sample RP post:
Sialion walked onto the stone bridge and looked down into the crystal clear water. He saw fish. Though fish they were, they didn't look like fish. They were mutated from the great storm of gasses and nuclear warfare. The fish were innocent creatures, yet they were effected. The people who were effected were innocent, but they were now mutated with four arms or three legs or even seven eyes. He turned in disgust and finished walking across the bridge.
As he walked, his close-cut blue hair with green sploches started to flow a bit in the small breeze. He looked like he would have been in the FBI if there was one left. They became scared after their mutations, and fled to mountains or caves to hide themselves. He wore a black shirt covered with a black vest that held ammunition for a gun that he didn't have. He wore it out of habit. Sialion had been a spy before the storm. He wore black pants with multiple pockets, but they held nothing. He had no grenades left. Around his cargo pants, however, was a worn belt that held two sheaths.
One of the sheaths was small, and hung behind the bottom right of his back. This sheath contained a single dagger. This dagger had no special uses or powers, but it held something of great importance to him: Memories of his brother. During the war before the Great Storm, he and his brother had always been sent on missions together. On Sialion's final mission, his brother had been killed. The Gialion's that they were spying on had gotten wind from a mole in the Organization of Powers that spies were amongst them. The leaders of Base 72 of the Gialion Society got nervous and started going on killing sprees. Sialion's brother was killed in one of these sprees, and before Sialion could avenge him, the Great Storm had broken out. Sialion pulled at the dagger and stared at it. A tear dropped from his red eye, and slid down his dust-covered cheek. Sialion wiped it away, and sheathed the dagger as he thought about the good memories he had with his brother. He shook his head and kept walking.
The other sheath hung at his left hip. This sheath was huge. The sheath started at his hip, and ended at his ankle. Being that Sialion was well over six feet tall, this was one of the biggest swords in existence at the time. Inside the sheath was a legendary blade. Nobody alive knew about this blade except for Sialion, for all of the things that had seen the blade had perished moments later. The sword was dubbed The Element. The reason for this name was that during the mutation of Sialion's hands, the sword was forged somehow.
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The Great Storm was in effect, and Sialion had just been hit with a mixture of elements. The mixture was heading for his face, as if guided by a remote, however Sialion covered his face with his hands, and they were struck instead. Great pain had surged all through Sialion, and his chest felt as if was about to tear apart. His hands were disappearing, and then reappearing as ice and then fire and then wind. The number of elements and changing that his hands went through were countless, and Sialion forgot to even keep his eyes open once he felt the blade coming through his chest. He managed to open his eyes as a bolt of lightning struck, and through the darkness he saw a huge sword extending from the center of his chest. He reached down and grasped the blade with his hands as they were changing elements, and pulled the sword out of his chest. As he lifted the sword into the air, the hole in his chest closed up, and left a scar that looked like a swirl of blue and red mixed together. He opened his eyes and looked up at the sword. It was changing just like his hands...from element to element. Sialion tried to let go of the hilt, but his hands wouldn't respond. He cried in pain. The scream was heard throughout the whole country that day, and as he wept in pain, the lightning stopped, and the fog and gas cleared. The sword fell to the ground, and Sialion fell beside it on his knees. Tears fell down onto his hands, and the burning began to stop. His hands stopped changing elements at a rapid pace, and faded back to his regular hands. On each of his hands was one long scar. The scar started at the tip of his middle finger, and traveled down to the the joint in his wrist. He looked up, and stared at the sword laying beside him. The tears stopped and he stood up, still looking at the sword. Like his hands, the blade of the sword had also stopped changing, and remained a cool black. Sialion picked up the sword and held it in front of him. A smirk broke through his face, and he felt a rush of energy shoot through his body. He felt young again. He lowered the sword to his side, and vowed at that moment to that he would get revenge against the people who had done this to him, to his soul, to his brain. He would gain revenge against the world.
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Sialion looked down through his slightly bent glasses, and stared at his hands. The scars from which the burns or frost had covered his hands and created, were very visible, and a new scar was added each time he used an element. Having this power did have its advantages though. If he wanted, he could vanish into thin air as long as there was a fog or smoke around. He looked up again, and began walking through the grass. He noticed a flash to his left, and quickly turned his hands to the dark red element of fire, feeling the sharp burn as he did. He looked down, and instead of hands saw two great balls of fire. He stretched out his fingers, and bent down. Sialion touched a few blades of grass, and made a circle of fire throughout the area. This person would not escape.
*when you see "~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" on top and under something, it means a flashback*
still working on it, more later
Race: Man
Age: 34
Weapons: Before the Great Storm: Grenades and 9mm Pistol; After the Great Storm: Legendary Sword of the Elements, His Brother's Dagger.
Special Items: None
Special Abilities: Sialion's hands can change into fire, water, ice, etc. His hands can turn into elements..
Bio: Sialion was born into a family of spies. His mother, father, and grandparents were all spies for the Organization of Powers. Sialion had one sibling, his older brother named Fyant. By the time that Sialion was nine years old, he was a better sniper than any of the men or women in the Forces of Power (The armed forces for the Organization of Powers). At age 14, Sialion was inducted into the SSOP (Secret Service of the Organization of Powers). He went through the four years of training in one year, and was quickly assigned to many small missions. On his sixteenth birthday, his father was sent to Samalia on a top secret mission. Contact was lost with him, and he was found dead 4 months later. Sialion and Fyant were torn. They hacked the OoP computer systems, and found out the details of their father's mission. Afterwards, they went to Samalia, tracked down the killer of their father, and assassinated him. The years passed, and Sialion became better skilled in what he did. Two months after Sialion had turned 32, he and his brother were sent on a mission to Gialion, and his brother was killed. Sialion was planning to avenge Fyant, and then the worst happened. The Great Storm broke out. Chemical mutations occured, tornados mixed with mustard gas, hurricanes from hell. It had been about 2 years since the murder of his brother, and Sialion still seeks revenge. Not only on revenge on the people who killed his father and brother, but now on the world...humanity itself for what has happened to Sialion.
Description: Sialion has short, close-cut, blue hair. All over his hair are green sploches, or green shapes, that were caused by the chemical and gas storms. His possessions were destroyed in the Great Storm, so he only has the same outfit. He wears a short sleeved tight black shirt, and a black ammunition vest over top of it. He wore baggy black cargo pants, and wore a worn belt around the pants that didn't hold them up, but held his sword and dagger. He wore black combat boots that held his pants tucked inside of them.
Sample RP post:
Sialion walked onto the stone bridge and looked down into the crystal clear water. He saw fish. Though fish they were, they didn't look like fish. They were mutated from the great storm of gasses and nuclear warfare. The fish were innocent creatures, yet they were effected. The people who were effected were innocent, but they were now mutated with four arms or three legs or even seven eyes. He turned in disgust and finished walking across the bridge.
As he walked, his close-cut blue hair with green sploches started to flow a bit in the small breeze. He looked like he would have been in the FBI if there was one left. They became scared after their mutations, and fled to mountains or caves to hide themselves. He wore a black shirt covered with a black vest that held ammunition for a gun that he didn't have. He wore it out of habit. Sialion had been a spy before the storm. He wore black pants with multiple pockets, but they held nothing. He had no grenades left. Around his cargo pants, however, was a worn belt that held two sheaths.
One of the sheaths was small, and hung behind the bottom right of his back. This sheath contained a single dagger. This dagger had no special uses or powers, but it held something of great importance to him: Memories of his brother. During the war before the Great Storm, he and his brother had always been sent on missions together. On Sialion's final mission, his brother had been killed. The Gialion's that they were spying on had gotten wind from a mole in the Organization of Powers that spies were amongst them. The leaders of Base 72 of the Gialion Society got nervous and started going on killing sprees. Sialion's brother was killed in one of these sprees, and before Sialion could avenge him, the Great Storm had broken out. Sialion pulled at the dagger and stared at it. A tear dropped from his red eye, and slid down his dust-covered cheek. Sialion wiped it away, and sheathed the dagger as he thought about the good memories he had with his brother. He shook his head and kept walking.
The other sheath hung at his left hip. This sheath was huge. The sheath started at his hip, and ended at his ankle. Being that Sialion was well over six feet tall, this was one of the biggest swords in existence at the time. Inside the sheath was a legendary blade. Nobody alive knew about this blade except for Sialion, for all of the things that had seen the blade had perished moments later. The sword was dubbed The Element. The reason for this name was that during the mutation of Sialion's hands, the sword was forged somehow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Great Storm was in effect, and Sialion had just been hit with a mixture of elements. The mixture was heading for his face, as if guided by a remote, however Sialion covered his face with his hands, and they were struck instead. Great pain had surged all through Sialion, and his chest felt as if was about to tear apart. His hands were disappearing, and then reappearing as ice and then fire and then wind. The number of elements and changing that his hands went through were countless, and Sialion forgot to even keep his eyes open once he felt the blade coming through his chest. He managed to open his eyes as a bolt of lightning struck, and through the darkness he saw a huge sword extending from the center of his chest. He reached down and grasped the blade with his hands as they were changing elements, and pulled the sword out of his chest. As he lifted the sword into the air, the hole in his chest closed up, and left a scar that looked like a swirl of blue and red mixed together. He opened his eyes and looked up at the sword. It was changing just like his hands...from element to element. Sialion tried to let go of the hilt, but his hands wouldn't respond. He cried in pain. The scream was heard throughout the whole country that day, and as he wept in pain, the lightning stopped, and the fog and gas cleared. The sword fell to the ground, and Sialion fell beside it on his knees. Tears fell down onto his hands, and the burning began to stop. His hands stopped changing elements at a rapid pace, and faded back to his regular hands. On each of his hands was one long scar. The scar started at the tip of his middle finger, and traveled down to the the joint in his wrist. He looked up, and stared at the sword laying beside him. The tears stopped and he stood up, still looking at the sword. Like his hands, the blade of the sword had also stopped changing, and remained a cool black. Sialion picked up the sword and held it in front of him. A smirk broke through his face, and he felt a rush of energy shoot through his body. He felt young again. He lowered the sword to his side, and vowed at that moment to that he would get revenge against the people who had done this to him, to his soul, to his brain. He would gain revenge against the world.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sialion looked down through his slightly bent glasses, and stared at his hands. The scars from which the burns or frost had covered his hands and created, were very visible, and a new scar was added each time he used an element. Having this power did have its advantages though. If he wanted, he could vanish into thin air as long as there was a fog or smoke around. He looked up again, and began walking through the grass. He noticed a flash to his left, and quickly turned his hands to the dark red element of fire, feeling the sharp burn as he did. He looked down, and instead of hands saw two great balls of fire. He stretched out his fingers, and bent down. Sialion touched a few blades of grass, and made a circle of fire throughout the area. This person would not escape.
*when you see "~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" on top and under something, it means a flashback*
still working on it, more later